storms descend and fire works

Storms descend so darkly the streetlights turn on at 3 in the afternoon
Little “click-beetle” tiptoes over scrawled words on old envelopes
Cats fight in the dark screaming with pain and lust and fear…we stand in the driveway….illuminated psuedo rose window perks up the street nighttime.

CHECK meteor crater means star wound?

Firefly pushes his belly lantern against the glass of my drawing window pane (“the windows are paning” j beaver)

Loose dog trots briskly his ill-got freedom

Seventeen orange slugs on our banana peel: they must be banana slugs…?

Shape-shifting is daft, man, unless it’s a hologram waves particles quantums in our heads

All the children are washing away

Swift churning water
a pair of blue herons cry out circling around and around overhead…it looks like cicadas are emerging in the wood mud…field of fading penstemones

white pennies of hailstones
rusty water in the radiator

“I take small car
I get disks
I chase squirrel
I think about Moose…3 p.m.” daf

“I took car
didn’t go far

Not scary
Went to Library

Be back soon
Four hours before moon.” daf

see more poems here

all them there zombies

current project.....

check out the writings of: the WNWG and: Mad Moonlit Musings of a Zombie Huntress Cats don't become zombies. That's why they're cool

"Holy Moses met the Pharaoh

Yeah, he tried to set him straight

Looked him in the eye

"Let my people go"
Holy Moses on the mountain

High above the golden calf

Went to get the Ten CommandmentsY

eah, he's just gonna break them in half!
{Chorus}All you zombies hide your faces

All you people in the street

All you sittin' in high places

The pieces gonna fall on you
No one ever spoke to Noah

They all laughed at him instead

Working on his arkWorking all by himself
Only Noah saw it coming

Forty days and forty nights

Took his sons and daughters with him

Yeah, they were the Israelites
{Chorus}The rain's gonna fall on you
Holy Father, what's the matter

Where have all your children gone

Sitting in the dark

Living all by themselves

You don't have to hide any more
All you zombies show your faces......The pieces gonna fall on you
All you zombies show your faces(I know you're out there)All you people in the street(Let's see you)All you sittin' in high placesIt's all gonna fall on you"

MUSIC ARTIST: Hooters SONG TITLE: All You Zombies

http://www.lyricsdownload.com/hooters-lyrics.html

also see: http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=3237

state o' the studio

current state of the studio...the old rosa winda

hum and mock

hummer twice at logan
mockingbird sings 4 a.m. from atop the electric pole in the city

the mud track

Mayapples have their lemons and coon tracks in black mud...flowers for the quiche of janice…A whole patch of penstamones...another of evening primoses...everytime I go by, all the doves fly away.

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/brucespringsteen/matamorasbanks.html

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN LYRICS"Matamoras Banks"

signs & wonders

street signs and lampposts…and then aha! A narnia one at the “secret garden” …washing pollen off the volkswagon..Alice pie and stormcloud banks and unearthly wisps, all the wide, wide sky and the green growing earth…elderberries in bloom.
backyard squirrel complacently munches
An Unfinished Life and A Rebel Without A Cause

something in the tilt of a head

something in the angle of her wavy brown-haired head, in the tilt of her look askance, something of the small misery of getting by, the small struggle of floating along, adrift—this all in a glance, in the look after the grizzled grey-haired black man peering round and back and together they scout the building...something in the look, something in the tilt of the wavy-haired head
a dangling fresh white bag and a nod, today they are giving out the surplus food

crow oaks

Crow oaks
Resting head under oak
Redtail hawk perfectly framed
jay flits quietly
red squirrel lies on his belly for a long long time, silently
hobbling crow , its defenders and protectors caw & beat their beaks on aluminum lampposts, caws of great wide blackness...then walker is perturbed, in distress dials and dials
all the feathers were large

getting to know the sisters
in the stars is a tear
mocking bird sings four a.m. atop the electric pole, sweetly, erratically at his own song

crowsfeet

basswood notes missing in action

Ward-Beecher mural

my in-progress mural at Youngstown University planetarium, Hyades on the left,Pleiades on the right, and the stuff in between over the blackboard. acrylics
Eyes glitter in a flash of headlights, along the highway a burly ‘coon above a drain turns, rises, faces me, saying with its body language, “keep on movin’ if ya know what’s best for ya, lady”…night is his.Hearing cats crying in the night kitchen, overhead in the chemistry labs…painting the night sky...the same objects seen every evening walking through the cemetery with my mother, every night, “Look, that’s Jupiter.”It sees a cute lil’ girl yellow bug down a side street…has a crush on her…plastic green watering can in the middle of the night bridge over mahoning river water is spilling sadness…

long slow blackly

long slow black train with white letters filled with mounds of coal reeling out to warren coke…over it by my side ox-eye daisies…and then from the coolness of the underpass cricket chirps.

summer

The Beaver's Lesson in The Hunting of the Snark by Lewis Carroll

water dripping

water dripping from the ceiling of the chemistry department....we likes antihistimines...hands are numbly and they're trying to paint stars

early summer

the Animal secretary...advice on buying the night sky...billows of aspen fluff...The Crow and The Mockingbird....slate blue clouds and sun....broken pipe overhead, the ceiling drips water & it splashes...hands are numbly and they're trying to paint stars...seeing how to paint the stars as we see them see...planting cleome and dill seeds, tall showy & pungent..hummingbird investigates the Egyptian onion blossoms...Mayjune. Condensed Matter and Other States of Mind by Douglas Fowler Published by Finishing Line Press

avocado rain

Avocados, rain, blue-eyed grass..the sound of raindrops pelting...typing with your animal hands...your skin crawls as blood vessels shrink...African masks